Suited & Booted

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] (Enrgy made this one) Nyah Nyah Hey, hey [Verse 1: BabyTron] I decided war before my jeans did Hall of fame badge around your bitch, I got elite rizz She could never be my baby mama, this bitch eats kids I told my lil' bro and them that they should dream big Red tank can with yellow guts look like some Cheez Whiz 2024, gon' stop the Wock' but I'ma drink Tris Top shelf terrorist, the plug'll never bring mids Life gettin' real, I'm finna go and cop my dream crib It's gettin' cold, Avirex off the Supreme Timbs Suited and booted, boy, you know we got a mean biz Catch him walkin' out the shop, give him a retwist Catch him walkin' out the stu', the chop gon' drop a remix [Verse 2: StanWill] Run it up so fast, they think my life a simulation Pull up UFO, abduct your wife into a spaceship Higher than a mountain, got more ice than Himalayas Pulled up on Militia tryna fight, got hit with lasers Addin' blicks to the collection, tryna minus all my haters They ain't talkin' 'bout no end, then I ain't signin' on no papers Tryna clean a dispo out, we pulled up buyin' all the flavors Every time I start the 'Kitty up, I frighten all my neighbors I turned the nosebleeds to some floor seats She done pulled up to the spot and left with sore knees Me, Tron, Bando, Dee in buffies look like four geeks Make her call me Mr. Mozzarella, I got more cheese [Verse 3: TrDee] Mr. Tell-a-Bitch-to-Shut-Up-Before-You-Get-Exiled I'm sick I put my trust in you, I'm mad that I was let down I bet that you get to duckin' if you hear them gun sounds On the floor scared as fuck like you ain't got your gun 'round On the 'Gram, why you cappin' like you got it out the mud? Blues on me like what's crackin'? On the phone with the plug Bitch blinded by attraction, diamonds got her ass in love Fuckin' on a baller, but she used to only want a thug Used to want to charge her, but somebody'll probably steal my shit Backwoods and Slapwoods, it better not be no Rell in it Woke up feelin' good, just made a bale, like, man, I gotta hit Ballin', I be ballin' like I'm hoopin' for a scholarship Flyin', do the dash, you ain't heard I'm Mr. Do it Too Reachin' for a chain, it's not okay unless you bulletproof Us against the world, I'm finna go and cop the newest coupe You've been fucked up for a minute livin' in the loop [Verse 4: StanWill] Ain't no Minute Maid, but we sippin' juice I could die today and still be living proof You won't catch me dancin', but my pendants do Bro just left the pharm', I guess the 'scripts is what he stickin' to [Verse 5: BabyTron] I just poured so much Quag', it might not be no wakin' up Zotti got me so high like is this shit some angel dust? Heard your mans locked up, they finna take his butt Me and Stan was playin' with them one and ones, Dave and Chuck [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know? Nyah